To you my athame I give,

As within you doth nature live,

And the shadow shall fade away

Beneath the dancing of the fae.

 

The Moon doth keep my spirit bright,

To worship under healing light,

The crone I take forevermore

Wisdom eternal I adore. 

 

With Albion shall I reside,

Mind and heart to be put aside,

My soul to rest with Mother Moon

Embody her shall I do soon. 

 

Lisae am I through and through,

The crone within me born anew,

Through light shall I attend the fae

And shelter them ‘til dying day.